FranLover
Long live the world in peace, prosperity, and free
Hi guys
I am very happy to be alive. Earlier this morning I had my first bad trip...I have done DMT many times, shrooms, edible thc, mescaline, lsd, MDMA, and never had a bad trip...until today.
Its still hard to understand what when wrong. Before lighting my pipe with 160mg changa 1:1:1 dmt, harmine, leaf, I said "my intention is pure father...I want to see you and mother and rejoice in your existence and glory" and chuckled. "I don't have to say this, for you know your children, the sheppard knows his sheep." And lit the pipe. What insued was the most scary experience of my life.
I was sitting crosslegged in my regular smoking spot outside in the balcony sofa, looking at a lake and the animals and trees.
When I took the last toke and the vision enveloped me I began to meditate...it took very little seconds to notice that something was OFF, and that I was not going to have a good trip, or even a normal trip. I had somehow gone beyong breakthough into a mindspace where everything was utterly MEANIGNLESS
This disgusting world had nothing to offer me...it was hurting me. My head hurt, my stomach hurt, my ego hurt. I had lost neurlogical connection to my muscles (discionection from body) in a way that was uncomftorble and painful. I felt like some kind of horrible paint or plastic that smells disgusting and that cannot think straight enough to save itself.
I went to the bathroom and tried to vomit, visions of utter nothingness in my brain consuming me. Sticking my fingers to the back of my throat would do nothing for this sickness was in my lungs.
So I would have to breathe to liberate myself.
Sweating insanley I turned the fan on max next to my bed and laid down. My body was not OK. My mind was not OK. But I will not call a doctor, my family will not find me here dead, I will wait it out and I will learn.
I smiled. Amist the destruction of my body, of my mind, of reality, and with the fear of never coming back to normal, I smiled and went into an intimite space of self love.
"I hurt myself...I'll never smoke DMT ever again...I'll never smoke anything ever again. Help me get through this father, please help me, please make it go away...make it go away"
Robots and utter blackness....no meaning.
And I smiled. My body sweating so profusley that I was stuck to the sheets (thought I could not even feel something on my body) and my hair was standing up. When I touched my face I would feel sorry for myself...my face was something sticky, hard, plastic...everything was.
Smiling, I though about a person watering a plant or something. I remember getting lost in the thought. I remember chuckling to myself "haha, the guy waters a plant!"
Ka-ching!
I was happy...I was...getting better.
Slowly the dmt exited my body over the next 10 minutes. Nothing felt so beautiful as feeling myself recover, breath in, breath out, realizing that I was actually gonna make it! I was not gonna have to go to the hospital or be scarred for life! But one thing I am gonna be is SCARED for life possibly.
I never thought DMT would show this side to me and hurt me so much. It hurt so much. But I love dmt and it was not its fault. I smoked too much, too fast, something technical went wrong, and the worst thing that could happen happened.
But I am so happy to be alive. So grateful and so humble. I do want to see my guardian angel one more time someday...but it hurt me so much it caused an immediate conditioning to stay away from it forever. And I will stay away.
The bad trip is unexplainable. I never understood it until now I guess. One second ago you were just normal ol' you hanging out and gonna trip and the next you lost everything and it seems irreversible.
When you have a good trip the head space is pleasent, joyful, alien...this headspace in a bad trip is despair, panic, blackness, and disgust, and its hard to pinpoint what part of it is despairing, panicing, and disgusting. It just is as a whole.
I took a bath, washed my teeth, and an hour later was in college, asking the professor questions and then did homework and all normal...but the animals, the chickens and the dogs, I think they can sense my pain. Deep down inside something really changed today.
Sorry for spreading fear and a bad experience. I do not wish to perpetuate it, but to tell the story of how a HORRIBLE trip may bring good things like gratefulness and an increase in caution.
Its still hard to understand what when wrong. Before lighting my pipe with 160mg changa 1:1:1 dmt, harmine, leaf, I said "my intention is pure father...I want to see you and mother and rejoice in your existence and glory" and chuckled. "I don't have to say this, for you know your children, the sheppard knows his sheep." And lit the pipe. What insued was the most scary experience of my life.
I was sitting crosslegged in my regular smoking spot outside in the balcony sofa, looking at a lake and the animals and trees.
When I took the last toke and the vision enveloped me I began to meditate...it took very little seconds to notice that something was OFF, and that I was not going to have a good trip, or even a normal trip. I had somehow gone beyong breakthough into a mindspace where everything was utterly MEANIGNLESS
I went to the bathroom and tried to vomit, visions of utter nothingness in my brain consuming me. Sticking my fingers to the back of my throat would do nothing for this sickness was in my lungs.
So I would have to breathe to liberate myself.
Sweating insanley I turned the fan on max next to my bed and laid down. My body was not OK. My mind was not OK. But I will not call a doctor, my family will not find me here dead, I will wait it out and I will learn.
I smiled. Amist the destruction of my body, of my mind, of reality, and with the fear of never coming back to normal, I smiled and went into an intimite space of self love.
"I hurt myself...I'll never smoke DMT ever again...I'll never smoke anything ever again. Help me get through this father, please help me, please make it go away...make it go away"
Robots and utter blackness....no meaning.
And I smiled. My body sweating so profusley that I was stuck to the sheets (thought I could not even feel something on my body) and my hair was standing up. When I touched my face I would feel sorry for myself...my face was something sticky, hard, plastic...everything was.
Smiling, I though about a person watering a plant or something. I remember getting lost in the thought. I remember chuckling to myself "haha, the guy waters a plant!"
Ka-ching!
I was happy...I was...getting better.
Slowly the dmt exited my body over the next 10 minutes. Nothing felt so beautiful as feeling myself recover, breath in, breath out, realizing that I was actually gonna make it! I was not gonna have to go to the hospital or be scarred for life! But one thing I am gonna be is SCARED for life possibly.
I never thought DMT would show this side to me and hurt me so much. It hurt so much. But I love dmt and it was not its fault. I smoked too much, too fast, something technical went wrong, and the worst thing that could happen happened.
But I am so happy to be alive. So grateful and so humble. I do want to see my guardian angel one more time someday...but it hurt me so much it caused an immediate conditioning to stay away from it forever. And I will stay away.
The bad trip is unexplainable. I never understood it until now I guess. One second ago you were just normal ol' you hanging out and gonna trip and the next you lost everything and it seems irreversible.
When you have a good trip the head space is pleasent, joyful, alien...this headspace in a bad trip is despair, panic, blackness, and disgust, and its hard to pinpoint what part of it is despairing, panicing, and disgusting. It just is as a whole.
I took a bath, washed my teeth, and an hour later was in college, asking the professor questions and then did homework and all normal...but the animals, the chickens and the dogs, I think they can sense my pain. Deep down inside something really changed today.
Sorry for spreading fear and a bad experience. I do not wish to perpetuate it, but to tell the story of how a HORRIBLE trip may bring good things like gratefulness and an increase in caution.
After this bad trip how many individual trips have you had? 5,10,20? And you said they were all nothingess, so do you mean they have all been unpleasent for now?